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by Cari Quinn

  Reaching down, she followed the urge to stroke him while their mouths made slow, slumberous love. The kind she’d almost forgotten to crave.

  After a couple of moments they pulled apart, breathing hard, and he tapped his chest. “Well, look at that. Didn’t smear.”

  “Fast-drying paint.”

  “I love preschool teachers.” He wound his fingers through her curls, pulling gently while their kisses resumed. “I also love shower sex,” he added between rounds.

  “Do you?” She rubbed her finger over his damp lips, shivering when he drew the tip between his teeth. “Never had it.”

  “No way.”

  She shrugged. “Lon said the shower wasn’t big enough for both of us.”

  Jeff braced his hand on the wall and shook his head. “One thing about him was huge, I have to agree. He’s an enormous dick. Enormous.”

  “Nope. I can put that rumor to rest. So…not.”

  He laughed, eyes lighting suggestively. “Sounds like it’s time to prove how wrong he was.”

  It felt so wonderful to laugh with him. “Please do.”

  “What else have you never had?” he asked as he opened the frosted glass door.

  “Hmm.” She pretended to think. “Multiple orgasms, at least without a couple hours’ break between. Sometimes twenty-four hours.”

  “That’s not a break. That’s a full stop.” Jeff led her into the shower and shut the door, caging her against the tile wall without turning on the water. “Don’t worry, it’ll be an easy fix.”

  Then he set about licking and nibbling her throat, marking her skin without thought to modesty or anything else she worried about entirely too much. Somehow she doubted he ever concerned himself with how things looked.

  She hadn’t dated after Lon left for just that reason. The fear of the whore label had kept her firmly off the market. One of the other teachers—a decent guy—had asked her out repeatedly but she’d refused. Keeping up appearances had always mattered more than what she wanted. But before tonight, she’d never wanted like this.

  Somehow he’d flipped some switch inside her she’d been too set in her ways to flip on her own. She could only be thankful she’d encountered him while she still had a chance of turning things around.

  He palmed her breast, squeezing it in time with the movements of his thigh between her legs. She could feel herself growing wetter, her body already climbing for that pinnacle she’d reached not that long ago. But she wanted more. He’d promised her multiple orgasms were hers for the asking and she couldn’t wait to prove him right.

  “Can you—” She stopped to breathe. “Can you fuck me?”

  His grin made the breath she’d just caught hitch again. “I’d be happy to. Later. No condoms in here. Forgot them on my way in and can’t leave you now.”

  Her belly warmed. It was probably a line, just typical guy stuff, but it made her feel…nice. Surprisingly, he did pretty well at verbal cuddling.

  “Excellent point.” She wet her lips and curled her hand around his cock. “I’ll give you a blowjob instead. If you want.”

  It wasn’t the most seductively phrased suggestion ever but he didn’t seem to mind. He also didn’t hesitate to nudge her down in front of him, the subtle command in his touch more exciting than she’d have guessed. She’d played the submissive way too often in her life to think she’d like doing it in bed too. Or the shower. But maybe she hadn’t experienced enough to know what she liked.

  Damn good thing she’d embarked on a mission to find out.

  He released a long groan when she drew him into her mouth, rolling her tongue over his stiff length until his thigh tensed under her hand. She sucked him gently at first, gaining speed and boldness from his quick pants. He clearly liked how she handled him. How she licked and nuzzled and sipped from the tiny slit that bore the proof of his desire for her.

  Glimpsing the dark sac that hung between his legs, she tongued his cock head while she fought with her own impulses. Would he like it if she tasted him there too? She’d never done that before but she was really tempted. Just in case she went back to her typically ho-hum sex life, it seemed prudent to satisfy as many curiosities as she could tonight.

  Besides, picturing licking him there seemed so sexy and dirty, so not like Karyn Colette Allison, she wanted to do it just on principle.

  Her clit pulsed and she pressed her thighs together. Having him invade her this way turned her on big-time. His heady scent—damp, soapy, male—and his grunts increased her arousal, making her rhythmic squeezes a pathetic substitute for the thick cock in her mouth.

  Now in her throat, thrusting deeper. Bumping her teeth, stretching her cheeks. She moaned around him and the vibration had Jeff closing his eyes, dropping his head back, his abdomen clenching so that she could see individual muscles in his stomach quivering as he restrained himself. She sensed his internal war with every stroke.

  But she didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to lose himself inside her, to feel as driven by lust as she did.

  So she’d have to take him there.

  She slid his cock out and leaned forward to nip his clenched thigh, drawing in more of his potent scent. That primal aroma contrasted so sharply with the crayons, water paints and chalk she smelled every day that she couldn’t seem to breathe enough in. She feathered her fingertips over his balls, delighting in his hiss of pleasure as she licked the soft, hair-roughened skin. He tasted good here too. Deliciously earthy. Somehow…raw. Vulnerable.

  He yanked her up before she could explore as fully as she wanted, cupping her face in his hands while he slanted his mouth over hers. She swallowed his need with every slide of his tongue and reveled in his sensuous growl when he parted her thighs and found her slippery and slick. He didn’t waste time with additional foreplay, just sank his fingers deep.

  Moaning, she dropped her head to the tile wall and willingly turned her body over to him. She no longer possessed the faculties to claim it as her own.

  She gasped at his intrusion even as she rocked against him to take more. In embarrassingly little time, her inner walls tightened and her release trickled into his pumping hand. He held her up, supporting her with one arm around her back and his mouth feeding her the breaths she was too spent to take herself.

  “You’re so responsive,” he said, moving back just far enough to suck in some air. “I bet I could make you come just from doing this.” He withdrew his fingers and slid them along her seam, pulling a shudder from her as one digit darted between her lips to flick her clit. “A couple strokes and that’s all it takes.”

  “Not usually. Trust me.”

  “You’re still gasping.” He nibbled her jaw. “Gonna need an oxygen tank soon.”

  “Go ahead. Enjoy your swell of manly pride in making the poor little neglected schoolteacher come. Just…” She trailed off as he pressed harder and the first tingles reignited in her core. “God, do it again.”

  “Poor? Little? Neglected?” Jeff nipped her chin, harder than she expected. “You’re not poor. Not little.” He grabbed her ass and squeezed. “You’re built exactly the way a woman should be. And if you’ve been neglected—”

  “It’s my own fault.”

  “No, it’s because you married a fucking dickhead.”

  Karyn laughed, throwing her head back so hard against the tiles that she really did see stars. Even the pain thudding at the base of her skull couldn’t distract her from the sparks swirling to life in her lower belly. Heat coiled and spread and she thrust her hips out shamelessly, offering more of her pussy to his wandering hand.

  And he took. Oh, sweet heaven, he took.

  She cried out as another orgasm took hold, spinning through her and taking the last of her mental clarity with it. When she slumped against his shoulder, he murmured into her ear. “See? Multiples are easy.”

  Before she could respond, he reached around her and turned on the shower. The water spurted over them, taking a moment as always to settle into a flow. By t
hen he was soaping her hair.

  “Uh, Jeff, I have shampoo,” she said, lifting her voice above the water.

  “This is fine.” He lathered harder, digging into her scalp with the hands that had just been all over her body. In her body. Even thinking that made her squeeze her thighs together as he dragged her closer, sliding his wet body against hers in a sensual glide that made them both groan. “Gotta switch to cold,” he muttered with one final regretful glance at her breasts.

  She giggled as she saw the reason why. If anything he’d grown even harder. Even thicker. “Ouch.”

  “Yeah. After we get cleaned up, I’m taking you to bed.” He thumbed her wet hair out of her eyes. “Okay?”

  Karyn’s lips curved. He looked so big in her tiny shower, dwarfing the small space with his broad shoulders and overwhelming presence. She circled her arms around his waist, loving how he drew her even more tightly against him.

  It had been so long since she’d been with a man who wasn’t her husband. Even then they hadn’t played like this. At least not recently. It hadn’t always been so businesslike with Lon, but for the past few years orgasm had been his lone goal. He always endeavored to make her come too, however weak his efforts might have been. At least he’d tried. She’d tried as well, offering the occasional blowjob and suggesting ways to spice up their sex life. Sometimes he seemed into it, sometimes not. His preference had usually been straight sex. On the nights work sapped him, he’d thrust until she was nearly chafed and sleepy to boot.

  Which, she supposed, said as much about her as it did him. If she’d been so uninvolved that she always rolled over and went right to sleep after he got off, she probably hadn’t been a rip-roaring time for him either.

  Years ago their relationship had been different. He’d never been a romantic and didn’t know a tulip from a rose. Making love hadn’t been a phrase in his vocabulary. But he’d been a good listener and at the beginning their sex life had been decent. Not spectacular but acceptable.

  Dear God, acceptable? But all she’d had to compare it to was more of the same. Her other lovers had been okay in bed, but not outstanding. She hadn’t really expected them to be. She’d ranked excellent lovemaking right up there with the possibility that unicorns really existed.

  No wonder this whole night seemed like a fantasy. Amazing sex that came with laughter and fun? Who knew people actually experienced such things? She sure hadn’t.

  “Karyn?” Jeff asked, concern erasing his easy smile. “You okay?”

  Easy. That’s what she loved most about all of this. It had all been so easy. She didn’t have to work to maintain her interest or feign desire. They didn’t have a dying relationship that seeped into the bedroom and colored every interaction. She and Jeff were just enjoying each other.

  Even if it was just for tonight, she’d finally discovered how it felt to be authentic. To ask for what she wanted and have a snowball’s chance of getting it.

  “Perfect.” She patted the smiling daisy on his chest he’d yet to wash away. “Hurry up. I’m ready for bed.”

  * * * * *

  Jeff spent a sizeable part of the night in her bed. And in her body. Of the two, he had to say he appreciated her curves more than her design sense.

  Everything in her bedroom matched. Heavy navy drapes, velveteen-looking dark-blue spread, small touch lamp on the nightstand painted with bluebells. At least he thought they were bluebells. Then it got really girly. Blue ruffles hid the legs of the bed. A gaudy gold mirror hung on the wall above the fancy dresser and ribbons of different colors and lengths hung off the points. Did she sew too? Or use them on her hair?

  It was a big space, without a hint of the man who’d once shared it with her. Unless he’d been into glossy photographs of flowers in bloom or the silky, multicolored fabrics stretched over the arm of the plush armchair—navy, of course—in the sitting area. He half expected to see a tea set on the coffee table.

  He admitted the room was pretty. As she was. But he couldn’t see a guy here. Not without some serious redecorating.

  Why the hell was he thinking about that? How she chose to outfit her house was her deal. Even if she wouldn’t be living there that much longer. A damn shame, really. She shouldn’t have to leave a place she loved. Especially not because of Lonny goddamned James.

  The prick.

  “Tell me about your sister.”

  He glanced at Karyn where she was sprawled out beside him, her dark hair a wild tangle over her shoulders and her rosy lips swollen from kisses. And blowjobs. Something she happened to excel at, once she’d gotten past her initial hesitation.

  She drank her wine, rolling it around in her mouth as she let her head fall back. Lamplight played over her skin, skimming the hollows of her throat. He’d love to drink from her there. Everywhere. Sip at her skin until she yielded in his arms.

  “This was a great choice,” she said. “Nice and dry.”

  “Yeah, I spent quite a while searching for just the right one.”

  Her knowing smile made him grin. “Five minutes?”

  “Closer to three. But my knowledge of wine could be held on the head of a pin. I’m not a big drinker.”

  “So what’s your beverage of choice?”

  “Usually water.” He shrugged. “When I’m thirsty, there’s almost always a fountain or a tap right there.”

  “Since I spend most of my time carting around an ecologically friendly tumbler to show the kids I practice what I preach, I approve heartily.” She ran her fingertip around the rim of her glass. “I’d be happy to share some of my wine knowledge with you. The difference between Pinot Noir and Shiraz, what foods pair well with—” She stopped, laughing softly. “You’re staring.”

  “You’re so fucking hot. Do you know that?”

  She didn’t flinch under his scrutiny, already more confident than she’d been earlier. She was a quick study and so sexy he didn’t want to think about morning coming.

  The only coming he cared about was her, over and over again. With some of his own thrown in for good measure.

  “Honestly?”

  “Yeah, honestly. I’m barely out of you before I want in again.”

  “Feeling’s mutual.” She ducked her head so that her hair curtained her cheek. “I feel guilty,” she admitted.

  “About what?” He wouldn’t acknowledge the most likely source of her guilt. The hell he would. “Enjoying sex? You Catholic or something?”

  “Or something. Presbyterian, though I haven’t been to church in years. But no, I meant I feel kind of guilty that it’s so good with you. Because maybe I wasn’t giving my all in my marriage.” She held up a hand when he started to argue. “I know I could’ve been all over him and it wouldn’t have kept Lon from leaving if he wanted to.”

  “What if you wanted him to leave? Doesn’t that count?”

  “Speaking of sexy, your growl is very much so.” She gave him a smile as she sifted through the mat of dark hair on his chest. “Our love life sort of went into a slow decline and I tried not to notice it wasn’t the way it should be. I figured sex wasn’t a big deal in the scheme of things. Not worth divorcing over.”

  “Wars have been fought over less.”

  “True. But I loved him. Or I did once, back when he loved me too. Or I thought he did.”

  “And the sex always sucked?” Jeff shook his head and snatched her wineglass to take a long drink. “Man, women put up with a lot.”

  “No. In the early years, it was good. But he got bored with me, I think. We got bored.”

  “So instead of completely sucking, it was just crappy.” He lifted an eyebrow as she laughed. “Am I wrong?”

  “How was I supposed to know how sex could be? I didn’t have many lovers to compare with and my girlfriends usually didn’t share the down-and-dirty details. As long as I came, I figured it was good enough.”

  “Talk to my sister. She even tells our mom how many times she got it the night before.”

  Karyn grinned and took b
ack her glass of wine, refilling it from the bottle between them. Their snack also consisted of a bowl of fat green grapes and wedges of some kind of smelly cheese he’d never tried before. Watching her eat it definitely stirred his lust, if not his appetite.

  “So your sister.”

  “Yeah, Daisy.” Better to talk about her than Karyn’s ex. “She’s kind of a wild child. Reforming.”

  “Sleeping with a married man doesn’t sound like a step forward.”

  He heard no censure in her tone. “I agree. Though I may need to reform as well. Since my unblemished record’s now fucked too.”

  She didn’t smile. “You wondered why I felt guilty. There’s a good reason. I shouldn’t have drawn you into my mess, even unintentionally.”

  “I’m not a child. And I wasn’t drawn. I came willingly.” He grinned at her quirked lips. “Very willingly, in case you’ve forgotten.”

  “I haven’t.”

  “Nothing to feel guilty about. You’re separated.” His voice hardened. “He’s with another woman, the latest in a long list apparently. As for me, I’ll do some volunteer work and that’ll even up my karmic debt. Especially since volunteering would probably drive me batty in under a week.”

  “Why’s that?” She picked up a grape and peeled it with one short fingernail. “Not a fan of giving of yourself?”

  “Not particularly. I’m also not a fan of people. Books are much less trouble.”

  “Yet you charged into a complicated situation to save your sister.” She licked the fruit with the tip of her tongue and all thoughts of volunteer work and karmic debt disappeared.

  God, she was sexy. And he was in really big trouble.

  She picked up her wineglass and sipped, her gaze lingering on his. “Shows how much you love her,” she continued.

  “Yeah. So you can guess how much I wanted to rip off your ex’s balls and shove them down his throat when I found out they were sleeping together.”

  She choked on her mouthful of wine. “How old is she?”